The Sex Project

Chapter 10

TRIGGER WARNING! Serious shit about to happen, be prepared.

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Day 25 of Josh’s fucking project 2:05 AM

The domino effect: a series of similar or related events occurring as a direct and inevitable result of one initial event. That is what my life has become, just one big damn domino effect. And it all started with that stupid party.

Today has been the worse day of my life, and don’t even get on to me for overdramatizing or something like that. What I have been through today is not something I wish on anyone and it was embarrassing and just fucking traumatizing.

And it all started with those fucking pictures from that fucking party. If those pictures were never taken then Liam wouldn’t have gotten upset with me and made me feel like some slut. I wouldn’t have listened to Zayn’s plan on making Liam jealous by playing up the slut label I was given. Maybe Luke and Liam wouldn’t have gotten together, but most importantly, I wouldn’t have been violated today.

If it wasn’t for that damn party I would still be wearing my oversize jumpers and sweatpants, I basically wouldn’t care about my looks. I would still be silently pinning after Liam, but at least are friendship wouldn’t be as broken as it feels like it is right now. Basically, I guess wish I could go back to the time before I agreed to project.

Ok, I guess it’s time to just explain what happened today.

I had woke up late and didn’t make it to the school until after the bell rang. I didn’t have time to meet Ashton up like I was planning on doing. We were still going to go through the whole plan about making out men jealous because we agreed that they belong with each other and that it just looked wrong and unnatural and they need to be broken up.

Anyway, I was casually making my way to my locker, I was already pretty late so no use in rushing really. I was exchanging my books and all that fun stuff when someone slammed my locker shut, scaring the shit out of me.

I jumped, and maybe shrieked, and spun around to see who slammed it shut. I was met with and extremely tall, dark haired kid that I have never seen before. Before I could even say something to him, he gripped the collar of my shirt and shoved me up against my locker, hard.

I let out a groan of pain as my head made contact with the cold metal on my locker. The guy let out an evil laugh that scared me even more. “I’m sorry, did I just hurt the little slut? Good, sluts like you deserve to get thrown around.”

I bit my lip and tried to look anywhere but at the guy. But he roughly grabbed my chin and forced me to look right into his eyes. Those eyes were those of evil (I know kind of cliché) and I’m pretty sure mine held nothing but fear.